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it has been a long time since I have had the opportunity to just sit and write down my thoughts and feelings about any thing, let alone anything personal… I just happened to look back at my last post and realized how long it had been since I have posted anything and how much has changed in my life since I posted last…

currently, if any one cares, I am working as the production manager for a new theater facility in the mid west… total corn country, which I am still not to sure about, though the locals are all very nice (at least to your face) and the little town I live in is cute. I could walk through it in a morning but still cute…

and I am still struggling… struggling with my depression, my mania, money, sex… or lack there of… or just plain confusion about sex, sexual identity, what is normal, what is not… so many thoughts and so little time.

but I have decided that I need to purge my emotions and put them down some where. I have my hand written journal but for what ever reason I feel the need to be more self revealing than just writing every thing up into a little black book and sealing it away with all my other journals. so I thought I would turn to here to confess for awhile…

in truth

it has been nice

to have some time

to clear my head

to organize my thoughts

come back to this view

on this plane

right here

where everyone else is

to just slow down

finally let my thoughts to

stop racing at such a

frantic pace that my

hands can not keep up

the pace of writing

down all the words

with all the right letters

in all the right spaces

in all the right order

in any intelligible way


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Three Towers

one of my favorite architectural elements on campus…

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with a couple simple words

everything gets shut down

and all our dreams

seem to be out of hand

I know that the harshness

is not intentional

that its really

just a matter of timing

not more

so I put down my phone

with the screen turned

away from me

so that with each bright flash

I am no tempted

to monitor and live through

these crazy expectations

expectations of love

live and joy

expectations of my love

nothing more

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on the deck of the Queen Mary…

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altar 2X

main altar in San Xavier Del Blanc… double exposure experiment.

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backwards I walk

into the gray fog

the smog from the hills

up there over yond

the land of the spirits

the woods and the faires

the place I come from

the place I call home

you can’t follow

unless you belong here

the trees will shroud

the young ones from harm

hidden in a garden

a real secret garden

the lost ones

they dance

to the music

of pain


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